The Golden Compass

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The frost had come early to the valley, settling on the thatched roofs of Oakhaven like a burial shroud that refused to be peeled away. It was a silence that had teeth, a quiet so profound it pressed against the eardrums, demanding to be acknowledged. In the center of the village square, where the ancient elm tree stood like a hollowed-out rib cage against the gray sky, the great stone compass...

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